David Fincher's: Fight Club (Region A & C Blu-ray) (Full Uncut Version)

Even though it doesn't explicitly state on the cover.The bluray disk is the 10th Anniversary Edition.The colour grading is excellent and the remastered sound is like icing on the cake.

Best movie of Brad Pitt

Brilliant film at a brilliant price with an added DVD featuring Bonus material. MUST WATCH !!!!

Mindblowingly awesome movie!!

Pricing was bit on the upside (2.5k for such a old movie) but steelbook is super cool & definitely worth it

movie is pretty awesome..and blue ray quality also very good...

This movie ranks one of the top in Mind Bending Movies. This was suggested to me by Aditya Ajagaonkar. Thanks.Edward Norton is at best in delivering the dialogues. Initially people think the movies is all about fighting / action. But on the contrary the movie is all about the man and his fight against himself. Some of the dialogues are immortalized (Source: IMDB):"We've all been raised on television to believe that one day we'd all be millionaires, and movie gods, and rock stars. But we won't. And we're slowly learning that fact.""You're not your job. You're not how much money you have in the bank. You're not the car you drive. You're not the contents of your wallet.""It's only after we've lost everything that we're free to do anything.""You're the same decaying organic matter as everything else."This movie some how touches that part of human participation in today's consumerist society, here we are continuously in some type of futile search . Some how it seems many people are lost today and they don't know what they are doing.We should not blame society as a whole for what is happening. On the contrary we have to look inside and search for our lost self. I think we all need to reclaim our lost soul.I think it is time to slow down little bit and not to run behind the never ending growth ( income) we seek for.Worth watching and great performance by Norton and Pitt.Will be always there at top of the list.

Sound - 8/10Picture - 8/10Movie - 8/10A great buy for the fans of this film! Innovative 'Main Menu'.

Me encanta la película, no la he abierto, solo la compré para tenerla físicamente.

Great movie

Quand on revoit la chose, ça fait sacrément froid dans le dos cet aspect visionnaire…L'art peut parfois annoncer un futur terrible. Deux ans avant le 11 septembre 2001, la dernière image de ce film de fin de siècle montre un couple de dos, main dans la main, regardant deux tours symboles du monde capitaliste s'effondrer l'une à côté de l'autre. Quant au flash-forward sur le même lieu au tout début du film, la première phrase prononcée par Brad Pitt tient en ces mots: "This is it: ground zero." Une boucle glaçante.Pourtant, quand on insère le blu-ray du film dans son lecteur, on tombe sur le menu d'une décérébrante comédie romantique imaginaire pour adolescentes pré-pubères avec Drew Barrymore, puis l'image se pixelise, se brouille d'interférences et survient alors le menu en forme de catalogue Ikéa de Fight Club, accompagné d'une musique d'hypermarché. Après le DVD qui avait proposé un furtif écran d'avertissement détourné, le support HD rend à son tour hommage à la folle inventivité visuelle du film et annonce la couleur: vous voulez du produit marketing formaté? Et bien allez vous faire foutre. Ah et puis oubliez l'eau précieuse, ici y a que du savon fabriqué avec de la graisse humaine, OK?"Where is my mind?", titre du morceau des Pixies qui clôt le long-métrage est la question qui doit triturer le cerveau fatigué d'un Edward Norton dépressif et insomniaque au début du film, dans lequel il incarne un petit expert en assurances spécialisé dans les accidents de voitures, dont la vie moribonde va être dynamitée par sa rencontre avec le charismatique Tyler Durden (Brad Pitt), vendeur de savon à la philosophie nihiliste. "Where is my mind?" car Fight Club est avant tout un survival spirituel. Mais un objet du genre radical, qui a filé un gros coup de vieux à Orange Mécanique. Un trip violent et primitif, où l'homme moderne occidental doit tout perdre pour être libre et éprouver la souffrance pour se sentir vivant. Ranimer un esprit aliéné par un capitalisme cynique et retrouver une animalité anesthésiée par une société de consommation émasculante. Une génération d'homme en manque de repères paternels et en quête d'identité qui a envie d'en découdre et de remettre tous les compteurs à zéro. D'exploser d'un coup de poing rageur le marasme conformiste ambiant et de filer un gros coup de latte dans le ventre du système de valeurs bourgeois, quand c'est pas dans la tronche de son prochain. Faut quand même admettre: c'est plutôt un film d'hommes. C'est pourtant une femme qui y joue un rôle salutaire et rédempteur.David Fincher a trouvé dans le roman de Chuck Palahniuk ses thèmes de prédilection - quête obsessionnelle, aliénation, manipulation - et confectionne un film hallucinant, sensoriel, étourdissant, décapant, invraisemblable, outrancier, corrosif, tuméfiant, viscéral, furieux, hilarant, schizophrénique, éprouvant… bon oui euh…un truc de dingue, quoi dont la noirceur est contrebalancée par des perles d'humour…noir ("On m'avait plus baisée comme ça depuis l'école primaire", "Cette gonzesse, Marla Singer, n'avait pas de cancer des testicules. C'était une menteuse"). Un pur moment de rock'n'roll qui reste sans doute encore aujourd'hui la meilleure adaptation d'un roman jamais portée à l'écran. Palahniuk, époustouflé par le résultat final avouera d'ailleurs après coup avoir eu honte de son livre, matériau pourtant fantastique qui permet à Fincher de continuer à explorer les tréfonds obscurs de la psyché humaine. Le réalisateur qui a obtenu à Hollywood le privilège du final cut après son expérience douloureuse sur "Alien 3" confirme son immense talent, intransigeant dans sa direction d'acteur et imposant une sophistication visuelle impressionnante. Le film, ultra stylé dans son ambiance nocturne, regorge de trouvailles au service du scénario de Jim Uhls (incrustations graphiques, effets numériques, images subliminales, tremblement de pellicule) nappées d'une bande originale anxiogène concoctée par le duo électro Dust Brothers, aussi typique de l'univers "fincherien" que celle composée par Trent Reznor pour The social network, Gone girl ou le générique de Seven.Côté interprétation, Norton se glisse à merveille dans la peau blafarde de ce zombie gavé à la publicité abrutissante et aux repas micro-ondés, ressuscitant quotidiennement grâce à sa participation assidue à diverses réunions d'entraide de cancéreux.Quatre ans après Seven, Fincher offre à nouveau un rôle en or à Brad Pitt, dont le charisme emporte tout sur son passage. Le statut culte de l'oeuvre sera pour beaucoup dû aux diatribes dévastatrices déclamées par son personnage emblématique de gourou anarchiste, représentation physique de la perfection masculine virile, irradiant la pellicule tout en y insérant des images pornos durant ses heures de projectionniste occasionnel.Avant d'être la muse gothique de Tim Burton, Helena Bonham Carter se livre ici à une prestation toute en grâce destroy. La beauté pâle et douce de son visage se fond idéalement dans la réussite esthétique du film. Fincher confie aussi deux seconds rôles à des chanteurs rock: un Meat Loaf mamellisé et un Jared Leto peroxydé, embrigadés dans le fracassant projet Chaos d'un film qui laisse K.O.Cette satire s'avérera beaucoup trop explosive et déstabilisante pour faire l'unanimité critique. Une sensationnelle proposition de cinéma moderne qui filera notamment la gerbe aux journaleux des Inrockuptibles, Télérama et autres Cahiers du cinéma, ce qui est particulièrement réjouissant et en fait définitivement une oeuvre d'utilité publique.

UPDATED REVIEW 16/01/2013One of the best movies ever made: An exercise in "visual philosophy", using all technical resources to illustrate and narrate a mental imaginary and machinations based plotline. Fight Club is a fable of the id, ego, and super ego interacting, to revive the main character ("Jack) from his stupor. This lethargy and detachment from his bodily needs and id instincts, prevents him to sleep and mate. His sexual drive and need for love have been channeled into consumerism. He buys things he doesn't need compulsively, to escape his misery without success. The solutions he (or his psyche segments) comes up with are evolutionary, but basically of the same substance he longs and aches for to awaken him from this lethargy. He starts off visiting shockingly bleeding heart -support groups. Used to the corporate politically correct, neutral and aseptic dialogues, this candidness rattles him up towards vitality, recognizing his own humanity, enlightening the steps to come in the path. Nirvana is his desired path, the path at the very core of all human being that looks for religion, drugs or any perception of god or what is beyond words and things, and ultimately that ghost inside us. His Id/super ego is Tyler Durden. He shows him how to escape from fear. That fear that drove him to drown himself into things, in work and vapid banality. Then there comes the Fight Club. "Fight club wasn't about winning or losing. It wasn't about words." Says Jack. It is not about violence in the sense of hurting someone else out of anger, I would add. Jack is detached from the animal we are, that eats, defecates, has sex and breathes. Jack is detached from the caveman we have been for thousands of years, that "evolved" men despise, but is rooted in our DNA. Jack is an extreme case of the dangers of excessive consumerism, individuality and materialism of our culture. Jack fears loosing (a fight, his job, anything that threatens his ego or causes him pain) and longs for human contact and intimacy. Searching for a relationship is a big stretch. Baby steps, the support group first. Then fighting furnishes him with all this.I would like to address the movie's critics like Robert Ebert, who fail to seize the zeitgeist and how fight club relates and how the violence is tangential. The story is about a very particular individual with a very common pathology who seeks a very unorthodox solution in a very dire, desperate situation. This masterpiece exercises and puts forth "visual philosophy", displaying what would be a modern version of Zen enlightenment exercises or Koans. There is no doctor that treats greed and Ikea fetishes. This dude is on his own. He needs to get in touch with his masculinity and loose the fear at the root of all fears, the fear of death, and so do the other attendees of the Fight Club.Fighting is a start; the fear of physical harm is in the same line. Guys don't go to Fight Club to win, everyone is a winner, because the target is to unload the burden of fear. If you desensitize yourself to the fear of punches and blood, abstract fear triggers, as being fired diminish by contrast. Our culture is plagued with fears of the unknown, the what ifs that blocks us from taking risks that could change or enhance our life.Tyler Durden, the superego is boundless and moves forward unfettered to things that are not realistic for the ego, the pranks and crimes against possessions of the project mayhem. But before that he confronts Jack with the fear of death using chemical burn. Crazy, unorthodox yet effective, and more important in a movie: entertaining.Finally, Jack evolves towards love, the main driver from the start. The movie is a love story. His relationship with the woman is abrasive, because his sexuality is twisted, hence is expressed through unexpected outlets at the start. He develops his personality and is able to express caring for a female and start a relationship and integrates his psyche, destroying his overpowering superego. Metaphorically expressed by the dissolution of Tyler.A beautifully aesthetically stunning crafted movie, fluid as our thouth processes are. From the start it displays a voyage through the brain's fear center. As a fable that it is, the use of special effects and creative, aggressive, edgy cinematography suspends your disbelief into a journey in a very human experience, a tale about our war. As Tyler Durden says when he puts the finger on our greed/consumerism epidemic, "our war is a spiritual war". Interwoven masterfully are the elements of a man's struggle with this disease and fighting our war. It never stops being an action film.The rant that Tyler delivers to the fight club, encapsulates some of the concerns the movie wants to bring the audience to brood upon. It is one of the few congruent lines thrown in your lap to understand the movie and the issues brought to light. Issues related to living lives without meaning, in mechanic jobs we hate, to buy stuff conditioned by the media to, but that we really don't truly need. We've become consumer droids. Space monkeys conditioned to press buttons towards oblivion. The media offers its carrot: fame, fortune, and every Ego-booster conceivable. And if the entanglement is rooted on the ego logic, ego perception and egotistic behavior it only messes up the problem further. All reinforces the need to gain awareness of the influence of the ego.The movie doesn't wrap up nicely the answers to these questions, and throws them on your lap.This movie left me with the strong impression of watching one of the most aggressive criticisms towards the dangers of excessive consumerism, of my generation.It is difficult to believe it was made by the director of Seven and two of the most prominent actors of our generation who put their necks on the line to express these concerns.Bravo!!

Le film est super et l’emballage est l’fun a voir et de bonne qualité